My friend has these eyes
flecks of gold hold vast to her pupils
sorrow is magnified in them
as she looks at the gray world

My friend has these eyes
they see color in small things
create masterpieces when she focuses them
but disregard the true beauty they see in the mirror

My friend has these eyes
I wish she could trade with my own
so she could see her eyes the way I see them
and understand what looking into them is like

My friend has these eyes
I know not what mysteries they have seen
know not the acuteness of their vision
nor the times they have bathed in a sea of saltwater tears

My friend, you have eyes so why can't you see?
The beauty that surrounds the emotion you project
onto the world?Good, bad, and despairing